“Where the heck have you been?”
Stella was lying curled up in bed with a book, but I noticed she had done her hair and made her face up, as I had.
“I'll give you three guesses!”
“Jane? I thought so. Don't tell me you've had it out?” Stella put down her book.
“No-it might have been better if we had, at that.” I told her what had happened in Jane's room and my orders for the morning. “She must have seen everything we did on the beach; even though we didn't dive between each other's legs, I think she has sufficient knowledge to know what we're up to.”
“And that she wants some, too, and now has the means to cash in on it?”
“I think so-I'm afraid so. But I can't, Stella-my own daughter! Do you think she'll want to-to…” I couldn't finish the sentence.
“Go the whole hog? I don't know, Rita-it depends on the extent of her knowledge in those matters. I'm afraid she'll probably want to touch-even if it's just natural instinct.”
“I've explained how babies are made-roughly; I was very careful to point out that the man and woman were married first. She knows nothing about what two women might do together, as far as I know.”
“Well, there you are-as far as you know! I think you ought to be prepared for the worst and decide beforehand what you're going to do if it comes to it. What would you do? You wouldn't go through with it, would you?”
“You mean let her…?” I shivered. “No-that's out! If only we could get over this week, it may have faded in her mind by the time she comes home for the next holidays-or I could at least have thought up something fairly plausible in the meantime.”
“What about the morning-I take it you'll let her have her cuddle?”
“Yes-I promised. If she tries to go any further than she did tonight, though, I shall have to stop it.”
“Tell you what-I'll give you, say, ten minutes.” She thought for a moment. “Yes-I'll get up with you and make some tea and that'll give me an excuse to break it up. Now, forget all about it for tonight and come over here.”
I went over and stood beside the bed, stripped off the negligee and drew a whistle from Stella as she looked at my breasts.
“Those sexy nipples of yours give you away every time! Open your legs.” I obeyed and she reached out to feel between them. “There, too-all lovely and wet!” She leaned up on one elbow and the clothes slipped down to her waist.
“Talk about my nipples being sexy-have you looked at your own lately?” They were as erect as mine.
“'Well, as a matter of fact, I've been rubbing them while I was waiting for you. It's just as well you're all nice and sexy, because tonight, you're in for it!”
“Oh? What are you going to do to me this time? Whip me?”
“No-but I'll keep it in mind!”
“You wouldn't beat me, would you?”
“Oh, I don't know.” Stella gave me a long, calculating look. “I wonder how you'd take it?”
“You used to have your bottom smacked by Rose how did you take it?”
“Sometimes with the stiff upper lip, sometimes noisily — like when I went back to her flat half-cut! I smacked her a few times, too-so I know how to do it!”
“How did she take it?”
“Always stoically, our Rose; always stoically! But then, when she was smacked, it was always by mutual agreement-and for love! But we're getting away from the subject.”
“Oh, yes-I'm 'in for it'! I'm not going to be whipped — so what is it?”
“This!!!” And without any further preliminaries, she threw back the bedclothes.
“Stella!” I almost screamed.
She reclined back on her elbows and there, jutting straight up from the base of her belly, was a huge, flesh-coloured dildo!
“Was-was that what was in the parcel?”
“That's right. Rose sent it before she left for Paris.”
“So that's why you were so secretive about it-and the telegram!”
“Yes-and now you can guess what I went back and whispered to her about before we left her flat. The only thing I was afraid of was that it wouldn't arrive before the week-end. I'll show you her wire, now.”
Stella got off the bed and went for her handbag. I watched with more than a little trepidation, the ponderous sway of the dildo as she walked; it looked a formidable weapon!
“Here we are.” She came back and handed me the yellow envelope.
I took out the message form:
ARRIVED SAFELY STOP DESPATCHED FRED BEFORE LEAVING STOP HOPE HE ARRIVES IN TIME STOP FEED HIM THE USUAL WITH WARM MILK STOP BEST OF LUCK TO RITA STOP REGARDS ROSE.
I put the wire down and knelt to inspect “Fred.” Stella had it strapped tightly to her-one strap going round her hips and across her buttocks, meeting in the middle to hold another one which dipped into the cleft of her behind and passed down between her thighs. Two more straps went round the top of each thigh, all of them connected to a thick rubber base that fitted snugly over her mount. The actual shaft itself thrust out from this base and just below where it joined, dangling between Stella's thighs was a rubber bulb about the size and thickness of the bulb on my douche.
The “penis” was an exact replica of the real thing, even to the blue veins that bulge on a man's when in full erection. Gingerly, I felt at it; closed my hand round it; rubbed it up and down and found that it was of very hard rubber, but with a “skin” of softer rubber covering it. This stretched from the base to the edge of the knob, giving the impression of the skin having been peeled back from the big, purplish head. The whole thing was very life-like, in fact — slightly larger and somewhat harder than life!
“Well?” What do you think?” Stella stood obligingly while I inspected her “super-structure.”
“Gosh! I don't quite know. It's beautifully made but it's so big!”
“Think you'll be able to take it?”
“I–I've only ever had Phil's, and it's much larger than his.”
“You've had a baby, though — that stretches the channel quite a bit, doesn't it?”
“Yes, but it mostly goes back to normal afterwards; even Phil's isn't loose in me.” I looked down at “Fred” again and took him in my hand; Stella moved her hips back and forth.
“How do you like wanking me, darling?”
“How does it feel?” I laughed.
“Great! I'll come in a minute if you're not careful!”
“Does he go all slack and shrivel up, then?”
“That's one thing he has over a man-he's always ready for more!”
“I presume the warm milk is for this?” I pointed to the bulb.
Stella put a hand between her thighs and gave the empty bulb a squeeze.
“They're my balls, darling, and, like a man, they have spunk! You like the feel of your husband's going in, don't you?”
“Hm, yes, I suppose I do-especially when I'm having an orgasm myself at the same time, it seems to prolong it.”
Stella strutted about the room, the dildo swaying heavily from her loins. I watched her for a while, imagining what it might feel like to have it up me. The thought was exciting, if a little frightening.
“You'd better go and warm some milk, Rita-I'd hate to bump into Jane wearing this thing and I don't want to have to take the whole thing off again.”
“You're determined to do me with it, then?”
“Don't you want me to, darling?”
I looked at the incongruity of the big dildo jutting out from her pelvis, then up at the glorious breasts above. Suddenly, I had a lust for her to take me with it, whether she hurt me or not.
“How much milk should I heat?” I said quietly and saw her smile as I put on the negligee again.
“About a half-cupful will do. Don't boil it, of course, but make it fairly hot to allow for coolage.”
I went out to the kitchen and prepared the milk, finding a small jug with a spout on it.
When I got back to the bedroom, Stella had undone one of the straps about her thigh. She tested the temperature of the milk with a finger-tip and then pulled the rubber base out from her pube. There was the rounded head of a stopper at the back of the pad. She pulled this out and I carefully poured most of the milk into the hole. She put the stopper back and fastened the strap.
“There-that's my balls charged!” She gave the bulb a gentle squeeze and I jumped back out of range as a small jet of milk squirted out of the “eye” of the knob. “All ready for action! Here-feel.”
I felt at the bulb between her legs, it was warm, now, a little above body heat. Looking at it still with misgivings, I once more stripped off my negligee and went over to the bed.
“How do you want to do it?”
“Like a man would, of course! Try it on your back first-we can go in for variations when you're more used to it.” She came over to me. “Ooh!” She grabbed the “penis” and pulled it out a little way.
“What's the matter?”
“Well, this was made by a master; it's so designed to enable both parties to achieve orgasm. That little stopper which holds the milk in also has an even more interesting function. You may have noticed how it bulged and that the top was slightly roughened; this is because that stopper fits right over the clitoris, and, as one woman receives, the other is having her clitty constantly rubbed by the movement and if she's clever and times it properly, the two spend together. Actually, it almost obviates the double one.”
“Yes-two cocks attached to straps. The 'doer' inserts one in her own cunt first.then straps it on and shoves the other one up the 'doee.' You can get them made as one big prick with two heads: both women strap them on and work themselves on them. Rose and I preferred this model, though.”
“You've had this one before, then?”
“Oh, rather-Fred and I are old friends!”
I climbed on the bed and lay on my back, spreading my legs well and opening myself as much as possible to accommodate the big dildo.
“If you manage to spend at the same time as me will you have the strength to press the bulb?”
“Anxious?” she laughed. “No, darling-one doesn't want to have to mess about feeling between her legs for a bulb when she is having an orgasm. But as I said this was made by a master. This bulb has a certain rigidity and won't flop about like the old ones; all I have to do is press my thighs together-see?” She pressed her thighs together and opened them again quickly, as another little jet of milk shot out of the knob-head.
“Ouch!” I didn't move fast enough that time and the milk splashed on my stomach. “I hope it'll be cool enough by the time I get it inside me-that was a little too hot for comfort!”
“Don't worry — it'll be splashing about inside the balls while I'm fucking you; it'll soon be cool enough for your tender little vagina!” She got on to the bed and felt between my legs. “Hm. Your juices have stopped flowing, my sweet.”
“Am I dry there already?”
“Not completely, but you'll need a lot to help this thing up you.” She knelt over my thighs and bent double. “We'll soon put that right.”
Then her mouth was pressed to my slit, sucking and tonguing me until I had to push her away.
“Hey-you don't want me spending before you even get that great thing in me, do you? I must be almost flooded out down there!”
“You are — but I got carried away! How are the titties?”
She felt at them. “Oooh, nice! Now I'm going to do my very best to give you a baby!”
She was stretching herself out between my leg, and I watched that heavy “prick” getting closer and closer to my sex. I saw the big head dip from my view below my public hair, then it was touching me. Stella got one hand down to guide it and it began to press hard at the lips of my vulva. She manoeuvred to get it into the furrow; it slipped downwards until I could feel the smooth, rounded head waiting for entry into my vagina. A slight pressure, and the muscles started to give. She stepped and looked up at me.
“It's there, darling-do you want me to…?”
“Yes-go on,” I whispered tensely, nodding.
She pushed a little harder and the knob slipped in about half way; a harder push and I sucked my breath in sharply as the whole head went in. It felt even bigger than I thought it would. Stella waited to see how I took it, then pushed another inch or so into me-and another. Lord, how it stretched me that first time!
She let me have two or three inches with a little more vigour, this time I couldn't stifle a groan as the hard rubber tool sank still further into my belly.
“Pull your knees right back, darling,” she advised. “Hold them there.”
I pulled my legs right back until my thighs rested on stomach, my knees touching my breasts.
“That's better-now spread them as wide as you can.” I did so. “You'll find it easier that way-it opens you right up.”
I lay back, holding my legs as Stella forced a little more of the dildo into me.
“How-how long is it, Stella,” I panted.
“Oh, about nine or ten inches, I suppose-why?”
“I must have more than half of it up me by now- give me the rest all in one go!”
“Are you sure, Rita? It'll hurt!”
“Go ahead-this is only prolonging the agony. Let's get the agony over with and get on with the pleasure!” I gritted my teeth and held my legs tightly, shutting my eyes, as Stella drew back a little way and prepared to lunge into me.
“Now, darling.” She whispered, then her hips plunged down at my pelvis, thrusting the whole thing up me with one vicious thrust. I started to squeal and she clapped a hand over my mouth.
“Oh, oh. Stella,” I gasped when she took her hand away. “That was sheer torture! It feels as though it's filling the whole of my belly!” Indeed, it felt as though my vagina had been split from the entrance on up to the womb!”
“It'll be all right in a moment, darling,” she whispered. “I didn't realise you would be so tight, or I would have waited and got hold of a smaller size to start you off with.”
She lay at full length on top of me, her arms under my back. Our breasts were flattened together and I could feel her stiffened nipples pulsing on mine.
“Put your legs over the backs of my thighs now- don't press in too tightly on them, though, or you'll have hot milk squirting up you before you're ready for it! Tell me when you feel like going on.”
I locked my legs over her thighs and slipped my arms round her neck.
“The pain's beginning to disappear already — kiss me!” I drew her face down and our mouths opened as they met; we gently sucked and licked around inside each other's mouths and she rolled her breasts on mine. I began to move my hips a little, still feeling that hard shaft huge inside me, stretching the channel to the limit.
“Let me try-you should be well lubricated by now.” Stella carefully lifted her hips a few inches and then lowered them slowly. “There-how does that feel?”
I had felt the ponderous movement as “Fred” moved the few inches back and in again, but it could no longer be called a pain, although I was still tender from that self-invoked thrust.
“It's improving-I skill feel very distended, though. Try some more.”
This time, she drew back until only the knob was left inside, then it was driving in again, but very slowly and I raised my hips to meet it. Its journey was much more smooth and gliding. She did it again, a little faster and I lifted my bottom clear of the bed, to meet her half way, feeling the bulb bounce against the cheeks as it jerked forward.
“Getting all nice and slippery, now, dear,” I breathed, excitement mounting as pain vanished. “Do it a little faster.”
Gradually, the speed of our jerking hips increased; I locked arms and legs tightly about her, bringing another warning not to squeeze her thighs too much, as I went all passionate.
Now she was thrusting strongly into me and I was jerking up enthusiastically to meet her. In and out she pushed that great dildo until I was whimpering and whispering all sort of erotic endearments against her lips. She began doing the same, obviously very close to an orgasm. I paused in puzzlement for a moment, wondering how she managed it, until I remembered that the stopper was constantly rubbing against her clitoris as she fucked me-yes, I was that far gone!
She did it just like Phil, holding me very tight and moving back and forth in seemingly tireless thrusts. Through habit, I took it just as I did when Phil had me, arms and legs wrapped round her, my mouth and were the long, dark hair that fell forward to tickle my tongue ever in attendance on hers. The only differences were the smooth face and her lovely big titties all squashy on mine-and Phil didn't have big sexy nipples like we did!
“Oh, darling; oh, darling,” she was moaning, as she gave me each thrust, her voice all thick and trembly. “Love you; love you, darling!”
I realised she was going to spend any second and I had been taking it easy and enjoying the new thrill- having earned it!
I jammed my mouth to hers and bucked hard beneath her, gasping as “Fred” tore into me-Stella squealed at the same time as the stopper was jabbed harder against her clitoris. I jerked frantically up at her, as her movements started to become ragged and lost their rhythm. She looked deep into my eyes; her own misting.
“Darling…darling; I'm… I'm…going to…oohhh…”
“Now, Stella — now, darling! I'm sp-spending with you…the milk! Argh!.. DARLING!”
As I melted into ecstasy, warm milk jetted up me in powerful spurts, seeming to touch the centre of my orgasm and prolong it, helped by the panting, spending Stella jerking about on top of me. I was filled to overflowing and felt the milk running out and trickling down my bottom-cheeks, through the cleft between them, to flow cool over my anus, stretched with the lifted position of my thighs over Stella's.
As pleasure receded, our movements flagged, Stella drooping heavily on my relaxed body, the dildo still in me to the hilt. I stirred after a while.
“You know-these things don't do the decent thing and go soft afterwards! At the moment, 'Fred' feels like a giant rolling-pin up there! Besides which, that milk is all cold and wet under my bottom.”
“Sorry, darling-that was quite a ride we had.” She lifted herself and gently withdrew the dildo. “Think you'll want him again?”
I looked at “Fred” as she knelt up; he was all wet and slimy-looking now, but still jutting proudly from Stella's loins.
“I think he's a 'must' for any hen party! He hurt me at first, the rascal, but I must admit he more than made up for it. Oh, yes-I shall want him again, all right- and again!”
I watched her unstrap it from about her hips; she held it out, dangling from the straps, for a moment, then put the tip to her lips, kissed it, licked my spend off with her tongue. Her mouth opened wide, then, and the knob disappeared inside.
“You must like me a lot, Stella, to do that.”
She pulled the head from her mouth and smiled at me with glistening lips.
“Like you? I love you darling!” Her pink tongue came out and licked along the length of the dildo. “Besides-you taste so nice! You're my favourite flavour!” And she didn't stop until she had licked every inch that had been inside me. “Think you could stand another bout shortly? Giving, this time?”
“Whenever you're ready.”
“You have to be ready, too — it's murder on the clitoris, you know!”
“It's murder in the vagina! Don't worry-I'll be ready when you are.”
She put the dildo on the bedside table and lay down beside me.
“I suppose it won't hurt you like it hurt me?”
“No — I've been 'broken in'! It still stretches me, though. As a matter of fact, I have been broken the other way, as well.”
“The other way?”
“My bottom-that was murder!”
“You've actually taken that thing up your back passage?” I shuddered at the mere thought.
“Up to the hilt in my backside, darling! I must be honest, though-it wasn't 'Fred.' It was smaller-not so thick and an inch or two shorter. But that's still huge when you take it up your rectum, I can tell you! I nearly passed out the first time Rose did it to me.”
“But why did she do it-you can't spend that way, can you?”
She turned and hugged me close to her, smiling into my face.
“For a married woman with a daughter, you are a sweet little innocent, aren't you, darling! Hasn't Phil ever used your bottom?”
“No. He's played around there-kissing and so forth and maybe pushing a finger-tip in there, but that's all.”
“You liked having me kiss your little hole and pushing my finger in, didn't you?”
“Of course-but that a lot different to having a big thing like a penis up there. I can imagine what it would be like just to have Phil's there, never mind a hard rubber dildo.”
“But it's what goes with it as well. We start off by kissing and fingering and pushing our tongues in as well as playing with the legitimate entrance-that gets you all nice and sexy and ready for anything. We use grease, of course-vaseline is the best, I think. It hurts a bit to start with and one always feels very distended, but when you have another woman doing it and all sorts of other things besides- holding you, rubbing herself against you, squeezing your tits and frigging your clitty, you forget all about the pain and the discomfort becomes a thrill.”
“Did she do it to you often?”
“I don't know about often-quite a few times.”
“Did you do it to her?”
“Sometimes-when she was really randy; I think I have a more sexy bottom than Rose, though.”
She reached behind her and felt at it. I sat up and leaned over her to see what she was up to. She had a finger stuck well up er lovely rear, slowly pushing it in and out. “Ooh-lovely!” she breathed. “It's about time I had something done to me there — it must be about two years since Rose last did it.”
“Has any other woman ever had your bottom?”
“No-only Rose. She kept that smaller size specially for the job. I suppose she's using it on her new girlfriend's behind now!”
“Any regrets about the break-up?”
“Oh, no-as I said, we just drifted. I don't think we were ever really in love with each other; we had some great times together and got a lot of satisfaction sexually-we're still very fond of one another, as you probably noticed!”
“I take it Rose was slightly the more dominant partner?”
“She was. It was she who first suggested I try taking it up my rear-I think she got kicks out of hearing my groans when it first went in, so it's an odds-on certainty that she's broken Dorothy in that way.”
“What about the woman you told me you used to visit in town now and again before she took up with someone else?”
“Margaret? What do you want to know about her?”
“Well, what was she like; how did you make love, etc?”
“Now, what sort of tone is that, I wonder?”
“I can't make up my mind whether it's a natural curiosity to know more about my sex life; wistful, because you may have missed something, or a masochistic urge to fan the fires of jealousy!”
I snuggled into her and she held me very close, smiling.
“Which is it, darling?”
“I don't know — it may be a little of each!” I murmured.
“Really want to know?”
“Hm-hm!”
“Well, she had a flat just outside of town-I met her in the Lesbian Club. I hadn't any associations at the time and neither had she. She was a tall girl, not very big in the breasts, but an excellent figure. Let me see-she was twenty-six when we first met about eighteen months ago; brown hair and eyes, pretty face. We both had something between our legs that needed attention, so we came to an agreement. There was no love in it- friendliness and sex and that was all. I would ring her or she would give me a ring and I'd go into town and spend the night with her; she came down to me for a couple of week-ends, but you wouldn't have seen her — we kept very much to the house on those occasions!”
“Was she nice-making love, I mean?”
“She was quite sexy!”
“Did you use a dildo on one another?”
“Quite a lot. Funny girl, in some ways.
“How, funny?”
“She had two different moods-both very much in opposition to one another; I never knew which one it was going to be until I arrived.”
“Sex-wise, you mean?”
“Yes-I was able to cope with both, though. Whichever mood it was, lasted the whole of that particular night.”
“Tell me about it.”
Stella rolled me on to my back and leaned on me, kissed my lips and smiled.
“You're determined to get all the details, aren't you- you looking for new ideas?”
“I'd just like to know, that's all.”
“Very well, darling-you shall.” She got up and produced her cigarettes. “Let's have a smoke while I give you all the sordid details. Drink?”
“No, thanks-I've had enough for one night; you have one if you want to.”
“No, I won't bother, either.” She lit two cigarettes and gave me one. “Now, these moods of Margaret's: One of them was similar to Rose's-she liked to be the dominant partner, only a bit more so! She didn't want to use my bottom as Rose did, but she used to love to smack it-and hard, too!”
“You allowed this?”
“Why not? I said we came to an arrangement to help each other out. She would have let me do whatever I wanted to her in return-within reason, of course. A typical evening-when she was in that frame of mind- was for me to have to strip as soon as I arrived and drape myself across her lap for a spanking. I always knew when she wanted that sort of thing when I got there because she used to wear pants and a shirt.
“And, the spanking…” I began. “Didn't it hurt?”
“It certainly did! As I was saying-after the spanking she'd take her pants off and there would be the dildo already strapped to her loins. I used to have to kneel and suck it as though it were a real prick. After doing that for a while, she'd pretend to come, and I'd have warm milk squirted into my mouth. She'd put the pants on again and I'd have to go and warm more milk-all the time I was there on those occasions, I had to go around completely naked, receiving slaps on my behind every now and again, whenever she felt like it.”
“And you took all this?”
“I did. Oddly enough-I used to start getting very sexy myself. She'd give me a good, stiff fucking, then, with the dildo until I came. She'd fuck me four or five times in one evening and liked me to tell her how virile she was. Another thing she liked was for me to pretend to have done something very wicked and ask her to punish me, with the inevitable result-across her lap or stretched out on the bed to have my bottom walloped again.”
“'My darling,” I hugged her with a sudden rush of sympathetic affection. “Did she smack you a lot-in one night, I mean?”
“Generally three or four times-my behind was always a bit tender the following day, but she made sure my needs were well taken care of.”
“That was one mood what was the other like?”
“Just about the reverse-in fact, the exact reverse-a sort of sexual schizophrenia. She had a pair of tight pants and a bolero jacket for me. I had to strap the dildo on first, so that it bulged under the pants-she used to feel at it and fondle it and beg me to fuck her with it. The game was for me to make her wait and smack her when she became too forward-she remained completely naked the whole time. When she gave me my relief, she liked to do it kneeling between my legs, sucking me.”
“Did you smack her as much as she smacked you in her other mood?”
“More, I think-she wanted me to.”
“And all the time we have been friends, I didn't know about your 'other life.' Any love affairs — apart from Margaret-since you've known me?”
“No, and not even with Margaret; they were merely business arrangements-I think I must have been in love with you all the time, darling!”
“Did you ever think about me in that way before doing something about it?”
“Sometimes-I used to wonder what you might be like in bed; I always thought you had a wonderful body, too, and when I saw those lovely titties of yours all bare that night, I knew I just had to have you.”
“Any others during this time?”
“One — Peggy. She was plump and pretty — and married! Only about twenty-four; had one of those soft cuddlesome bodies. We only slept together four times in all-I think she was out for kicks. I met her in a restaurant in town; it was crowded and we shared a table. Naturally, we got into conversation and I shared my wine with her and invited her for a drink afterwards. She told me about herself-she had been married two years and her husband was abroad for his firm for a few weeks. We both had quite a lot to drink that night and she put off one train after another; I decided it might not be a good idea to drive after what I'd had, so suggested we book into an hotel for the night. She was all for it and we booked a double room.
“There were two single beds, but when we undressed and I saw her naked, I tried a little horse-play with her, just to see how far I could go. She was all for that, too, and we rolled on her bed for a while. Then I got her underneath me and was carried away; I kissed her. She looked surprised, but didn't make any protest, so I kissed her again and kept on kissing her until her arms went around me. I made love to her, then; she must have been starved for sex with her husband away — she spent like a maniac when I frigged her; then cried her eyes out afterwards! She did lie still, though, and let me rub myself off on her thigh.
“The next morning I gave her my phone number and told her to give me a ring if she felt like it. About a week went by and then she rang to say she was going into town and would I like to have lunch with her. We made another day of it; nothing was mentioned about the previous encounter and the conversation was kept carefully away from sex, but at the end of the evening we went back to the same hotel and she stood beside me at the desk while I booked a double room.
“She let me use my mouth on her that night; again, she had a terrific orgasm, but didn't cry, this time, and repaid me by giving me a nice, gentle frigging. We did it again the next morning and a few days later we met for another session; she sucked my cunt, this time-and obviously enjoyed it, too.
“About another week passed and then she rang to say her husband was due home in a few days and could we have just one more night together, as a sort of farewell performance. We did, and it was quite an orgy! I didn't see her again after that. I hope her husband appreciates what a sexy little wife he has!”
“Have — have you been with anybody else since I came into your sex life?”
“Goodness, no! I don't want anybody else-what I did-what we did! — for Rose was rather different. I should not have done it if you hadn't been there. So you needn't have visions of my lying in the arms of another woman, my pet.”
“That's another thought I've had — you remember Rose offering to 'help us out' if we wanted it? That situation could arise again at her flat when she comes home, couldn't it?”
“More than possible.”
“Should we let her?”
“Entirely up to you, Rita-would you like her to? She does it very well!”
“She is rather a poppet-we couldn't very well refuse her, could we? I wouldn't mind-so long as you were there, too.”
“I shall make a point of asking her, then,” laughed Stella. “Now I'm feeling all sexy again, so how about giving me a good, hefty poking with 'Fred'?”
“Just one more question — how do you feel about Phil and I? I mean, knowing I have to give myself to him fairly regularly? It doesn't upset you, does it?”
“Of course it doesn't — I should have felt terribly guilty if I thought I was depriving Phil of his marital rights! Maybe a little pang or two when I'm lying in bed at night, wondering if you're being fucked by him, wishing you were with me instead. Please will you poke me now?” she finished in the same breath.
We stubbed out our cigarettes and I picked up the dildo.
“Here-let me help you.”
She helped me strap on “Fred” and I walked round the room, feeling the heavy sway of it with each step. I felt something else, too-that little button of a stopper worked on my clitoris the whole time as I moved my thighs in the act of walking; what with that and the feel of the rubber bulb dangling between my legs, I began to feel more than a little erotic.
Stella went to warm the milk this time, and I knelt up on the bed, moving my hips back and forth experimentally in the action of sexual intercourse as taken by the male. I soon had to stop it, or I should have had an orgasm before Stella got back with the milk.
“Here we are-nice hot spunk for your balls, darling!”
She undid one strap, pulled the base away from my pubic hair and pulled out the stopper, poured in the milk and replaced it.
“I don't know about stopper-more like a starter!” I commented, as she strapped me up again.
“Murderous.isn't it?” she grinned. “There-nice warm spunk, all ready for you to pump into your sexy Stella!”
“Right, madam-get on the bed and prepare yourself!”
She climbed on the bed and knelt up, smiling at me, as I climbed up after her, the great dildo swaying in front of my stomach.
“I have a fancy to take it kneeling-that all right with you?”
“Any way you like, sweetheart!”
She turned her back to me and knelt on all fours, spreading her legs wide and sinking on to her forearms, cocking her gorgeous bottom up to show the sexy condition of her slit below it. I bent quickly and pressed my mouth to it, licked wetly and then moved in between her legs. I filled my mouth with spittle and deposited it in my palm, transferring it to the big purple head of the rubber penis and smearing it all round the shaft.
“Here we come, darling,” I whispered and she tensed and pushed her behind out. I took the prick in my hand and guided it to the entrance, slid the knob up and down her furrow a few times, then pressed it to the entry again.
“Don't try to make it easy for me, darling,” she said her voice breathy. “I like to get the first part over as quickly as possible-start pushing and keep going.”
I steadied the dildo, made sure it was pressed tightly against the right spot, then held her round the hips. I pushed forward, steadily increasing the pressure; as I pushed I pulled back on her hips. A momentary easing of tension came simultaneously with a gasp from Stella as the knob slipped into her. I kept up the steady thrust — slowly moving into her, feeling the resistance as the dildo was gripped by the walls of her vagina. I got a good half of it up her, then gave her a little rest.
“All right, dear?”
“All-all right, darling,” she panted. “Keep going.” She moved her knees farther apart and tensed herself ready to receive the rest of “Fred” up her.
I pressed on, more forcefully, this time, feeling the compression of the stopper button on my clitoris increasing. I looked down and saw that only about two inches remained, sticking out below her buttocks.
Grabbing handsful of flesh at her hips, I hauled back on her, at the same time jabbing lustily forward, burying the whole shaft in her body.
“Ooooh, Rita!” she moaned. “I wasn't expecting quite such a hefty shove as that!”
“Sorry, darling!” I gasped, my arms going right round her, pulling her round, taut bottom into my stomach. “That was cruel of me-I'm afraid I got carried away.”
“Don't be sorry-carry on and finish the job!” She moved her rear against me, getting the feel of the thing inside her. “Be careful to keep your thighs open until I'm ready for the milk.”
I fucked her then, constantly increasing the length and force of the strokes, my own excitement mounting rapidly. She was right-that stopper was murderous! The hard, purposely roughened rubber chafed and pummelled my clitoris with the slightest movement, let alone the hefty thrusts I was giving Stella. The feel of her thighs and bottom, warm and moving against my front, her gasps and moans of passion, drove me wild.
“Oh, darling,” she was groaning, “what a fucking you — you're giving me! Ooh, ooh, ooooh, wonderful.”
Spurred, I belted even harder into her, the stopper mashing my clitoris. I leaned over her, hands closing on her big, stiff-nippled breasts, squeezing them until she groaned with pleasure-pain. I kissed and licked at her back, covered with a thin film of sweat. In and out I rammed that rubber dick, the bulb warm with the milk swinging between my thighs, adding to all the other erotic sensations.
“Darling — darling,” Stella was jerking madly now. “Get ready to-to pump the-the milk into me.”
I was almost ready to spend myself by then. I brought my thighs closer together and fucked even harder at her. She suddenly gave a mighty thrust back at me, her head came up sharply and her back arched. “Now!” she hissed.
I rammed my hips forward savagely, sinking the entire length in her cunt as she fell forward, spending. I let myself fall forward with her, jerkily squeezing my thighs together and hearing the squishy sound of the milk pumping into her. I felt my body go weak, then, as ecstasy blossomed out from my clitoris. I held her tightly, still squeezing my thighs together as long as I was able. The two of us shook and jerked together in the throes of our climax, Stella bearing all my weight on her back, my hands beneath her, still clutching her breasts.
We were both weak with the power of that orgasm and it was some time before I was able to summon enough energy to lift my weight from her. She spread her legs and lay still while I gently withdrew the dildo. She turned on to her back and smiled up at me as I knelt beside her, unstrapping it. I looked at the stopper that had caused so much havoc, wet now, from my clitoris-in fact the inside of the base was all slimy with my come. I pointed at the stopper.
“There's no doubt about it-that stopper is absolute murder!” I held up the dildo, the shaft covered with the mucous of Stella's ecstasy. To show her what I thought about her, I pressed my lips to its wetness, kissed, sucked on the head and finally licked all the bitter-sweet liqueur from the rod. She lay silently watching the demonstration of my affection for her and still without a word took it from me when I had finished. She turned it and looked at the wet inside of the pad that had rubbed and pressed so close against my sex. Then her mouth opened as she pressed it to her lips and licked it clean. Gravely, she handed it back and I put it on the bed-side table. She grinned at me, then.
“There-we think quite a lot of each other, don't me, sweetheart?” She sat up. “Oooh! Gosh, Rita- you're quite brutal when you get going, aren't you! Look at me!”
She shifted her body from side to side, showing me the red marks of my fingernails where I had dug them into her hips. She lifted her breasts in her hands and held them out mutely; more red nail-marks marred the soft creaminess of the lovely globes.
“Oh, Stella, darling-I am sorry. I just didn't realise what I was doing. “I kissed the marks at her hips and gently trailed my open mouth over the tender breasts.
“It's all right, darling-I loved it, in fact, I wanted it at the time.” She got off the bed, milk running down her legs.
“Here-wait,” I said, making her lie back and opening her legs wide. I sucked and licked the rest of the milk from her soft quim, not letting her up until I had licked down the insides of her thighs and legs and thoroughly cleaned her up with my mouth and tongue.
“Thank you, darling.” She stood up, went over to a chest of drawers. “Think we'd better change the sheet. You go and wash out “Fred” or we'll be pumping cheese into each other the next time we use him!”
I washed “Fred” in the basin while Stella changed the sheet. I felt thoroughly satisfied just then and knew Stella was the same, as I watched her leisurely movements, the look on her face that of a contented kitten. I joined her at the bed and she pulled back the covers.
“How about some shut-eye, now, eh? We've had quite a strenuous night; don't forget you have to report to your daughter first thing in the morning!”
I felt a little deflated at the reminder, the worry and uncertainty coming back.
“Oh, yes,” I murmured, “my darling daughter.”